Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 24

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*Trinity's PoV*

"If you wan't to leave, I understand," Louis mumbled, picking at his nails.

And that's when I stood up from the table. I made my way around to him, pulling his chair out so that it faced me, tilted his chin up and leaned down to kiss him. As hips connected, his face was still blank with confusion. The hesitation was clear as he failed to move his lips against mine and pulling back slightly, but I persisted.

When I failed to get a reaction, I assumed it was because of his puzzlement. To make my intentions clearer, I reached up, grasping the hair at the nape of his neck between my fingers and tugging slightly. I knew it would evoke the response I desired, and I wasn't disappointment.

A small smile played on his lips as he began to move them against mine rhythmically and he pulled me forward until I was sitting on his lap. His hands rested gently on my hips, giving a gentle squeeze every now and again, and his kissed me softly, full of emotion.

He pulled away about thirty seconds later, his breathing irregular. His swollen, red lips and pink, flushed cheeks gave him a different look. He looked almost innocent, vulnerable. He looked full of life, showing emotion. I noticed that this was when he looked most fragile, most human; most open. I liked it.

"I'm really hoping that wasn't a goodbye kiss," he breathed, his warm breath tickling my lips as he rested his against mine. I pulled away so that I could see his whole face and shook my head, chuckling. 

"That was no goodbye kiss," I replied, playing with our fingers as our hands found one another's. 

I could almost see the relief flood his face, his forehead no longer wrinkled with faint lines of concern, his jaw relaxed. 

"How could I leave you when you've just trusted me and opened up to me like that?" I asked rhetorically, "You were so closed off when I met you, isolating yourself from everyone and everything. This is only the beginning, the first step, so why would I leave you?"

He looked down, as if unsure how to react to my honest words. I decided to use the silence to ask the question that was burning like an inferno in my mind. I was afraid he would cut himself off from me once again, but I had to attempt to ask him.

"Louis?" I asked timidly, looking him in the eye, "Who was that man that drove up here when you made me hide in the bushes?"

He sighed, and for a moment I thought I could see the barrier appear behind his eyes, but he surprised me, closing them for a second before re-opening them, all traces of mistrust and stubbornness gone.

"It was my guardian, if you will," he explained calmly, "The S.I.S. have someone to check up on me every once and a while, while my parents are gone. They treat me like I'm some kid to be pitied and I can't stand it. I'm gonna be honest, I hid you away from him because I knew that if you heard our conversation you'd want to know what it was about, and I didn't want to explain it to you. It was selfish and I'm sorry."

As he spoke the last sentence, silver tears began to brim at the edge of his eyes. He wiped them away quickly in an effort to conceal the fact that he was upset, but I had already noticed. I gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand.

I stood up off his lap and ran my hand through my hair. He stood up too, looking me in the eye.

"Trinity, I-," he started, but was cut-off by the sound of the doorbell echoing through the room. Shit, I forgot that Sinéad and Eva were supposed to be taking me out. I jogged to the door, pulling it open and revealing my two friends, Sinéad wearing a short, purple dress and Eva wearing a red play-suit. 

Sinéad looked me up and down, obviously glancing at the clothes I was in. I hadn't gotten ready to go out, and I obviously wasn't going now. 

"What the hell are you wearing," Eva remarked, pointing at me.

I glared at her, smacking her outstretched hand away playfully.

"Yeah, aren't you ready to come out and forget all about your stupid boy problems?" Sinéad teased, grinning.

I shook my head, mouthing to them that Louis had arrived. Their faces showed confusion, telling me that they hadn't understood what I was trying to inform them, but I shut the door in their faces anyway, making a mental note to explain later.

I turned around on my heel to see Louis standing there, eating a biscuit which he had obviously rooted around in one of the cupboards for. I silently prayed that he hadn't heard that. I didn't want him to know that while he was out thinking about what he was willing to sacrifice for our relationship, I was about to go out and try to forget about it. I instantly felt guilty thinking about it.

Louis wandered back into the kitchen, before emerging once more, waving a packet of microwave popcorn in the air.

"Movie night?" he asked, smiling.

I breathed a sigh of relief as it appeared he hadn't heard about my earlier plans. 

I nodded and smiled eagerly, immediately running into the sitting room and planting myself on the plush couch while Louis made the popcorn.

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